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The Falcs were hosting a Valentine's Day event and even though he currently didn't have a partner, it didn't seem right for an alternate captain to not attend. Jack wasn't even sure what the event was meant to accomplish. It wasn't a huge charity event like their annual dinner and casino night. Maybe that's why he was able to loiter near the catering table all night without being dragged around by Georgia.

Jack checked his smart watch again, dismayed to only discover that only four minutes had passed since the last time he checked it. As he exaggeratedly put his arm back down, he caught the tray of a passing waiter and spilled the contents all over himself.

"Oh dear!" the blonde waiter said. "I'm so sorry about that! Let me."

The waiter frantically looked around for a napkin. Jack interrupted him and said, "Don't worry. That was my fault. I knocked the tray right out of your hands and it looks like I didn't get anything on me."

"Oh good," the man said, obviously relieved. He started picking up the contents of the tray which looked mostly like trash. "I'm not usually this clumsy but then again, it's been ages since I've had to carry a tray around. I'm usually in the kitchen."

Jack had been eyeing the man all night, obviously in different clothes than the rest of the wait staff. "So, do you do these often?"

He laughed. "I've been the main Falconers' caterer since I opened my bistro. Lord knows why George decided I was good enough to make this kind of food from bistro food but I'm still here."

"You're the one who did the chicken tenders with the fancy honey mustard last year!" Jack said, surprised.

"I'll have you know they were chicken bites with dark amber honey," the waiter said seriously.

Jack's face heated up. How could he embarrass himself in front of the man who makes food for events that he actually likes.

The waiter giggled and broke the tension, "No, you're right. They're basically chicken tenders. For me, fancy food just means renaming normal food with overly complicated names. Nice to bump into you Mr. Zimmermann but duty calls."

It wasn't until the man disappeared into the kitchen that Jack realized he never asked the man his name.

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